I drove all night
Through all our highways from hell
But the highways from hell were chaotic
Because of the amount of traffic on them
But what matters to me is you friend
And not all the highways from hell
Because I wanted to see you so badly during the weekend
Yeah I know you wanted to see me, But I hate to see you you always eat all my beans. And you try to recite that crap you call poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha! Love Johnny's comment on this poem! Too funny! Fighting holiday highway traffic can prove to be a nightmare. Been there, done that!